Joy

It’s been snowing here and I went for  walk in the woods.  “The woods are lovely dark and deep”, except they weren’t dark.

The skies were a pellucid blue and the wind was blowing and the snow was light and airborne.  The snow formed a murmuration and I was thinking about Van Gogh and how everything in his world seemed to move individually with such energy and joy and that’s what the snow was doing.  And that’s what I do when I write except I’m desk bound but my words fly around and around.

So there.